Bring Me to Life

Evanescence

noun

  1. the quality of being vanishing, fading, evaporating, melting away, disappearing; ephemeral, fleeting, short-lived, short-term, transitory, transient, fugitive, temporary.

“ . . . the evanescence of the morning mist with the light of dawn . . .”

Evanescence, the band, released Fallen in 2003.

I actually bought Fallen in a “Christian Bookstore” (a thing) that year. I haunted such places, and often thought of Jesus clearing the Temple of the money changers, but there I was anyway, giving them my money. I had “earned” it by leading a daily chapel for a few hundred sweet young souls (and monthly for a thousand), teaching U.S History, and exploring–along with 8th grade guys!–the mystic wonders of the Gospel of John. Many well-meaning people wanted Evanescence to be categorized as a Christian group, but the lead singer, Amy Lee, would not have it, for whatever reason. I think that is fine; we either are, or are not, true followers. And I like the uncategorized, and our music . . .

So, I bought the CD. Then, I discovered that I had a connection with their publicist, and she got my copy signed by Amy and the band.

Fourteen years later, I have just traced my fingers across their names, and am offering a prayer with many facets. And now, I am typing again.

Track 2 is “Bring Me to Life.”

A few days ago an orchestral version was announced in Rolling Stone and elsewhere. I do like the grit of the original. Here’s a live performance (ugh, with an abrupt cut off at the end, but much better, I think, than the official video with the obtrusive wind sounds, although the audio is clean and the video is nice). But, here is the orchestral reworking that is the buzz. And, it is gorgeous.

Evanescence is coming to Portland’s Schnitzer Hall in a couple of months on 19 December 2017. I have my two front teeth already (and still!), so tickets to this could be a Christmas want of mine, along with a Luke 2:14 kind of peace on earth and goodwill to all men.

“Bring Me to Life” might be a desperate cry for help, an anguished love song, or a deeply honest prayer.

It is whatever it becomes, and perhaps all to some.

Music . . .

Lyrics:

“How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Leading you down, into my core

Where I’ve become so numb, without a soul

My spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there, and lead it, back, home

Wake me up inside

Wake me up inside

Call my name and save me from the dark

Bid my blood to run

Before I come undone

Save me from the nothing I’ve become

Now that I know what I’m without

You can’t just leave me

Breathe into me and make me real

Bring me to life

Wake me up inside

Wake me up inside

Call my name and save me from the dark

Bid my blood to run

Before I come undone

Save me from the nothing I’ve become

Bring me to life

Bring me to life

Frozen inside, without your touch

Without your love, darling

Only you are my life

Among the dead

I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

Don’t let me die here

Bring, me, to, life

Wake me up inside

Wake me up inside

Call my name and save me from the dark

Bid my blood to run

Before I come undone

Save me from the nothing I’ve become

Bring me to life

Bring me to life

Bring me to life . . .”

Songwriters: Amy Lee / Ben Moody / David Hodges

Bring Me to Life lyrics © Reservoir One Music, Reservoir Media Management Inc